Closer (prelude) Taste in Music
Roy flipped through Ed's music collection, which sat precariously atop his oversized stereo, perched on the floor. "What the hell is up with all the screamo, Ed? The Used? Seriously?" Roy sighed, dropping the CD case carelessly onto the stained carpet.
"Hey! Don't diss the Used, they're better than, say...Prodigy, or whatever that rock/techno shit is..." Ed crossed his arms and flopped onto his ragged couch. "Besides, no one told you you could come in in the first fucking place."
"Hm..." Roy said absentmindedly, ingnoring the fact that his welcome had run out "Mindless Self Indulgence? Nine Inch Nails? Aren't they the same?"
"Don't you dare compare Trent Reznor to a group of freaks with a synth machine..." Ed growled. "His stuff is art."
"Heroin induced(1) art."
"Whatever..." Ed scowled "I guess we're not going to get along huh?"
"Well, I guess it's not proper decorum to criticize your significant other's taste in music on a first date..." Roy conceeded. "Tell you what...proove to me that Nine Inch Nails is even halfway decent and I'll conceed to you entirely."
Though it was meant to be a jab at Ed's beloved Trent, he merely growled "You're on." And popped in a Mix CD bearing their logo in purple sharpie. He noticed the beat immediately and reached to change the song, but Roy grabbed his wrist. "Give it a moment, Ed."
The lyrics started in Trent's farmiliar and sensual(to Ed) husk:
You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
You let me complicate you...
Ed shifted in his spot, knowing the worst was coming, but looking up at Roy, he was sudddenly transfixed by the man's eyes which remained fixed solely, almost unblinkingly on him.
(Help Me)
I've torn apart my insides
(Help Me)
I've got no soul to sell
(Help Me)
The only thing that works for me...
Ed squinted, preparing for the worst, but felt something stirring in him....
Something that felt oddly like...arou--
Wait...was Roy Mustang mouthing the words?
Help me get away from myself
I wanna fuck you like an animal.
I wanna feel you from the inside
I wanna fuck you like an animal
My whole existance is flawed
You get me closer to god
Okay, no denying it now. Ed hadn't gone out with the man because he was a prick. He'd put up with his shit because he was sexy as hell and....
Did he just lick his lips???
The universe was apparently out to get Ed, and he moved closer to Roy inching forward till their knees touched.
The universe just got flipped the bird. Today, Ed was going to put some Reznor poetry in motion, damn the consequences.
He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Roy's neck, hearing the next lines escape in a strained whisper.
You can have my aggrivation
You can have the hate that it brings...
Roy inhaled sharply when Ed grazed his teeth against the man's neck, but continued as Ed...
Got just a little hard...okay really hard, and he'd barely done anything...maybe it was heroin-induced-poetry-laced, but he was turned on, almost at the drop of a hat. Ed engaged in a game of tonsil hockey with Roy while Trent grated on in the background.
You can have my absence of faith
You can have my everything...
(Help me)
Tear down my reason
(Help me)
Your sex I can smell
(help me)
You make me perfect
Help me become somebody else
At this point, Ed was on the floor with Roy, straddling him, and apparently he wasn't the only one feeling some major connection to the lyrics, made apparent when Roy groaned and it was pure bliss and it didn't matter that Roy was his former ROTC teacher, it didn't matter that he refered to their pretense of going out to eat as a date, it didn't matter that Roy had played along with Ed, argued with him, because he knew the song would get played....
Wait.
What?
"You asshole..." Ed hissed through cotton as Roy helped him pull his shirt over his head "This was a setup!"
"Was it?" Roy said absentmindedly, grazing a nipple with his thumb, and suddenly Ed couldn't remember why he was pissed at such an amazing man, especially when his mouth was moving towards said nipple and--
The front door swung open. "Ed, you home? Brother?" Ed heard his brothers keys drop into their designated bowl beside the door, and the door slowly closed...
Al dropped his slushie, splattering the cherry red contents onto the linoleum of the foyer/kitchen. "Oh...I'm sorry...I had a change of plans. Winry, Rose, and everyone went to the drive-in, to see...um...well, that's not important....but anyway, I didn't have enough money, and I didn't want to owe anyone, so I just bought a slushie and came home and then..."
"Spilled said slushie and walked in on me and your ROTC teacher, who used to be my ROTC teacher..." Ed finished.
"Oh...Is that who it is?"
"Uh..." Ed frantically looked behind him to see Roy slumped against the couch, hiding his face. "...no? Uh, just a joke, see? We're just...uh..."
Al just shook his head. "I knew you had a thing for him, but I never thought...hey, can I have twenty bucks?"
"Ten.." Ed bargained
Al flipped his cell phone open "Gee, maybe I should call Winry, or the school for that matter, and--"
"DEAL!" Ed interjected as Al grinned "The money's in my pant's pocket..."
"Where are your pants?"
Ed looked down "Say, when did I take those off?"
"You didn't." Roy grinned "I did..."
"Oh..." Ed scanned the run-down apartment and quickly spotted his pants dangling from one leg from a floor lamp. He pointed and Al shuffled over to the lamp, dumping out Ed's wallet in the process. He picked it up, pulled out a twenty and a five, and shoved them both in his pocket.
"Hey, what's the five for?" Ed snapped.
"Collateral. In case he's still here when I come back, I'll keep the five." He slid his shoes back on. "Resume your activities. We'll probably go the the skating rink after, so I should be back around eleven."
Ed nodded "If you get tired, just come home. You remember what happened--"
"sure do." Al interrupted and waved his hand. "went into a diabetic coma. Whatever. I just had some slushie, I'll be fine." He opened the door. "resume your illegal activites."
"I'll remember to say that to you the next time Russel brings a bong over here. Herbology my ass..." Ed snorted.
"Whatever." Al said yet again "Please continue. Just have him out when I get home."
Contnue they did.
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(1)-Trent Reznor used to be a heroin addict, which is the kinda gay crap you learn by having a friend who's OBSESSED with him...Kinda like me about RoyEd